162: Chapter 163 Breath of the Wind vs. Infinite Teleportation

This was because the ability used by the gray-white figure before him was none other than teleportation!

This couldn't help but make Lin Ye think of Lin Dong from back then; wasn't the Talent he Awakened exactly teleportation?

A coincidence?

Lin Ye felt it wasn't that simple.

High-end abilities like teleportation weren't exactly a dime a dozen; how could one just stumble upon them so easily!

But to say this gray-white figure was Lin Dong, that was unlikely.

He had already scattered Lin Dong's ashes; how could he have suddenly run here?

It couldn't be that this guy, just like Zhu Ming, had also Awakened a resurrection-type Talent, right?

Dual Talent Awakening? Wouldn't that just cause chaos?

Therefore, in Lin Ye's view, this gray-white figure before him was most likely the Demon that had possessed Lin Dong back then.

It was just that the other party had somehow managed to copy Lin Dong's Talent using unknown means.

After all, with an Demon, no matter how bizarre its methods were, it wouldn't be surprising.

Of course, these thoughts occurred in a split second.

Seeing the other party vanish instantly, Lin Ye didn't even think before activating his Basic Qinggong to leave his spot.

However, teleportation was an unreasonable ability; it wasn't something one could dodge simply by being fast.

At the same moment the other party teleported, the attack had already arrived.

A gray-white palm print landed on his chest; although the force wasn't great, a bizarre energy attempted to invade his body.

Lin Ye subconsciously activated his Thunder Tiger Vajra Body, and a layer of fine purple electric arcs immediately appeared on his skin, crackling and popping.

The speed at which the electric arcs jumped was nearly twice as fast as usual; that was the enhancement of the Thunder Tiger Vajra Body by Wind Breathing.

As the electric arcs swept across the surface of his skin, that faint layer of gray was blocked, and its spreading speed slowed down significantly.

However, Lin Ye was very clear that this battle couldn't be fought.

After all, the Demon was not Lin Dong; it had no limitations in terms of stamina, which meant it could continue teleporting infinitely.

Even if it couldn't teleport infinitely, if this thing also possessed the bizarre ability to grow stronger the more it fought, then he definitely couldn't engage it easily.

Right now, he could still tank it with his Thunder Tiger Vajra Body, but if this guy's strength continued to increase, he might not be able to hold out.

Therefore, of the thirty-six stratagems, running is the best one!

Before figuring out why these things could revive infinitely, Lin Ye didn't intend to act rashly.

He took a step, his figure instantly crossing thirty zhang away.

However, that gray-white figure was even faster than him.

It couldn't even be described as fast; it simply vanished into thin air—here one second, gone the next.

Although Lin Ye's perception couldn't capture the other party's trail, relying on his powerful combat instincts, his body reacted naturally.

He almost instinctively lunged to the left, his shoulder hitting the ground, and he rolled with the momentum.

Almost at the same time he lunged out, a gray-white palm swiped from his right side, five fingers like hooks, the fingertips gleaming with a gray-white light under the moonlight.

Lin Ye flipped to his feet and looked down at his waist; the dark soul had left three shallow scratch marks.

Looking up, that figure stood where he had just been, its gray-white palm still holding a grasping posture, as if savoring the touch from that moment.

Lin Ye, however, had no intention of entangling with the opponent at all; he tapped his toes sharply, and his entire body, like an arrow released from a bowstring, shot straight toward the village.

He operated Wind Breathing at full power, his Internal Qi surging through his Meridians, his speed nearly twice as fast as usual.

His figure left trails of afterimages in the night; almost as soon as he left his spot, the figure appeared where he had been standing, grabbing at empty air once again.

But the ability to teleport was indeed a bit unsolvable.

Lin Ye had just dashed thirty zhang when that figure appeared in front of him again, as if it knew his landing point in advance and was waiting there for him.

The gray-white palm pressed toward his chest; the force wasn't great, one could even say it was light, but that bizarre energy coming from the palm made Lin Ye frown involuntarily.

This time, there was no time to change direction, so he could only hold his black iron heavy staff horizontally in front of him to take the palm strike head-on.

"Bang!"

The staff vibrated slightly, and Lin Ye used the force to bounce backward, neutralizing most of the impact.

However, that bizarre energy still transmitted through the staff to his arm, like a cold viper crawling up his arm, trying to burrow into his body.

His Thunder Tiger Vajra Body operated automatically, and countless purple electric arcs surged from his skin, like a web of electricity, tightly binding that snake.

Lin Ye landed steadily and looked at his right arm; there was a faint layer of gray on his skin, but it quickly faded after being swept by the electric arcs.

He took a deep breath, moved his feet again, and dashed toward the depths of the village.

He pushed Wind Breathing to the limit, fully deployed his Basic Qinggong, and his speed soared straight up.

And that gray-white figure pursued him relentlessly from behind.

However, the opponent's teleportation ability was not without its limits; after every teleport, there was a brief pause.

Although the time was short, it was enough for Lin Ye to use this interval to create distance between them.

Lin Ye was also a bit glad at this moment that he had chosen Wind Breathing back then; otherwise, today, apart from biting the bullet and fighting the opponent, there would be no possibility of escape.

Lin Ye wove through the alleys of the village, turning left and right, specifically choosing narrow paths and corners.

He also tried to push open the doors of those houses, but just as Captain Zhang had said, those doors seemed to be locked by some force and wouldn't budge at all.

Even when he took the time to smash them fiercely with his black iron heavy staff, apart from a muffled thud, the door panel didn't even shake.

That could no longer be described as sturdy; it was more like some kind of rule.

The rule restricted these houses from being opened by brute force, at least not at night.

However, Lin Ye could feel that this rule should have some kind of upper limit.

If his strength were strong enough to sink the entire village in one strike, perhaps he could forcibly break open these wooden doors.

Unfortunately, with his current strength, he was still far from reaching that level.

Fortunately, Lin Ye had been mentally prepared for this, so he wasn't too disappointed.

Since he couldn't break them open, he would just keep leading the gray-white figure on a walk; he could even grind his Basic Qinggong proficiency, which could be considered finding joy in suffering.

After sprinting at full speed for half an hour, the gray-white figure was still pursuing relentlessly, and seeing this, Lin Ye became a bit annoyed.

This was delaying his Cultivation too much.

Just then, he suddenly thought of that The Woodcutter from the daytime.

Since he couldn't enter other houses, perhaps he could try going to his place; hadn't Captain Zhang gone in before?

Although that The Woodcutter was very strange, at least for now, he hadn't sensed any hostility from him.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye suddenly changed direction and dashed toward the location of the The Woodcutter's house.

In a few leaps, he passed through several alleys and arrived at the The Woodcutter's house from his memory.

But immediately after, he froze.